Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.